"She was
fire in the night
and when she burned
the whole world turned
to see what shone
and everyone, no everyone,
would burn their fingers
for just a touch of her flame,
but always as she'd come, she'd go,
and the night would cool again
and the world would be left in wonder
with only
stinging cheeks
and smooth finger tips
to remind them
she was real at all."
-Atticus